About Me
Hardy body muthafucka, got the heart of a killer Young god in da buildin, bout to start a religion Bout to call Bin Laden up, and order some missles Bring em straight to yo block and go to war wit you bitches If you hit the head, then the rest fall in position Shoot a nigga on da porch, and make him fall in his kitchen Copped a big boy porsche, wit all da specifics And I keep that torch, baby call me Olympics Red, white, blue pill, flip my skills like gymnasts And neva give a bitch money, blood, or kidneys When the gun goes pow, I be at the finish Wit a medal round my neck, autograph on my tennis The land of da murder, dope, crack, and sergines Pull up on ya in da coupe, how fat is ya engine? Neva talk to those that sat on da benches Boy, I was in da game, on 4th & inches These niggaz want the business, I'ma give these boys da business See you fuckin wit da boy, that tote toys before Christmas Got all these hoes trippin, got all these hoes strippin No we aint P$C, but them bitches know we Tippin I just bought a pint and aint none of ya'll sippin Make my friends buy they own, fuck I'm tired of being friendly You aint gotta lie, just tot ry to be wit me Bitches up in heaven, waitin at the God to be wit me I'm crazy for being Wayne, or is Wayne just crazy? I been around, I'm still around, like them Geico cavemen Hairpin trigga, no I won't shave it I spot Hip Hop in the ocean, I'm gon' save it The South is so dirty, bitch you can't bathe it Hollygrove dog, and I feel like mating Babygirl, yo pussy lookin so vacant And it's fuck you and fuck Georgia Bush, not makin Fuck Waste Deep, I'm in ova my head But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm Good, like Meagan Your girl wants me to come Ronald, like Reagan Your boyfriend is softer than the carton the eggs in I don't fear nothing, but God and weddings At the top of my paper, like I'm starting a heading My homie Santana, yea dat's my ace But you may know us as, I Can't Feel My Face
